Madam Cadaver
Offers up a prayer and cures a curse with a little thirst
They go hand in hand
Following the Pan Piper
The sacrificial altar altered on demand
Sons and daughters led to slaughter
Dressing up the dead in celebratory gory glory
Our sacred story
Heads up, the head's on a platter
A delicate matter
The soft pitter patter of little feet in the rain
Lounge act academia
Gives way to apathetic fallacy
That fell and felt like something else
Outside the window
We're always looking out
Because inside, nothing is left....
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